I want to begin by thanking daylilygardner. When I told her of my difficulty with wife-sharing, she suggested I try husband-sharing, and this is the result. I admit my hypocrisy up front, that while I couldn't wrap my head around wife-sharing enough to write a story, I could when the shoe was on the other foot. I'm prepared for the slings and arrows!
As always my thanks to blackrandl1958 for her generous advice and editing.
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I was seeing stars.
I had just recovered from another earth-shaking orgasm from my wonderful husband David.
We were both virgins the night of our Senior Prom, but we took care of that "defect" at the local Lovers' Lane in the back seat of his father's Impala. As with most first-timers, it was uncomfortable, even a little painful for me.
Over the course of the summer we honed our technique. Unfortunately, at the end of the summer we were off to different universities, to different experiences, different lives. We mutually agreed that we would "experiment" while in college.
While we met frequently when we were home for holidays and vacations and professed our undying love, neither of us truly thought that our love would survive four years of separation. We were well aware of the survival rate of high school romances.
Miraculously, when we returned home after graduation, the flame of our love burned even brighter than before. Beyond our romantic love, our sexual expertise had grown by leaps and bounds. David could eat pussy better than anyone I was ever with, including the lesbians I experimented with during my LUG (Lesbian Until Graduation) phase, and David was thrilled that I had learned to deep throat.
David proposed to me on the Fourth of July, and we were married as soon as we were settled in our new jobs.
We took advantage of our new-found freedom to make love when, where and how we wanted, and christened every room and flat surface in the house. On one moonless night we even did it in the backyard, though I had to bite down on a towel to keep the neighbors from hearing my screaming orgasms when David went down on me.
After we were married for a couple of years we started talking about children. Neither of us was opposed to the idea, but we also weren't in any hurry.
While our love life was as vigorous as ever, I was starting to feel vaguely... unsatisfied, is the only word that comes to mind, but it isn't accurate. David satisfied me in every way possible. Except...
Which brings me back to where I began my story.
"David," I asked, "Do you ever have any fantasies?"
"Do you mean like having a ten-inch cock that never goes soft and being able to come whenever I want?"
I shoved his shoulder.
"No, you goof; your cock is magnificent, and your fingers and mouth aren't too shabby either. Your cock is already more than I can handle. In fact..."
David looked lost.
"Just what are you talking about, Julia?"
"I... I've been having this fantasy of watching you with other women."
"'With' other women. You mean FUCKING them, don't you," he said angrily.
"I wouldn't have put it so crudely. I thought more like making love to them."
"How can I make love to them when I love only you?"
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to fall in love with them," I couldn't help giggling. "Just that I would want it to be more than an animalistic coupling."
"Julia, do you have any idea of what you're asking? Fantasies are just that, they're not meant to be acted on. What if the woman... it IS one woman isn't it?"
I just shrugged. I really hadn't thought that far ahead.
David just shook his head.
"What if one of the WOMEN fell in love with me? What if I fell in love with one of them?"
I recoiled in horror. The thought of losing David to another woman was almost enough to make me drop the idea entirely. Almost.
"I have faith in your love, David. As for the woman, or women, we'll have to make it clear that there is to be no emotional attachment. Maybe we limit how long any woman can be involved to help prevent that."
David just put his head in his hands and shook it back and forth.
"My head is spinning," he said, "I can't think straight anymore." He rolled over and turned his back to me.
I spooned up against him and he flinched, but settled back down and was soon asleep. I, on the other hand, lay awake with tears in my eyes, wondering if I had just fucked up the best thing in my life.
Breakfast was a somber affair. I was afraid to say anything that might make things worse, wishing that I could go back in time and just keep my big fucking mouth shut.
I simply couldn't get a good read on David. Was he angry? Disappointed? Was he worried that I might want to have sex with other men?
Unable to take the tension any longer, I decided to take the bull by the horns.
"David," I started.
"Julia," he interrupted, "Just what is your goal here? Is this your sneaky way of saying that you want an open marriage, that you want to fuck other men?"
"God, no," I cried. "You're already as much man as I can handle."
"Then just what are you driving at? What's your end-game?"
"I... I'm not quite sure how to put it into words. It just feels so wonderful when you make love to me, I want to be able to see what it looks like."
"Why don't we just put a mirror on the ceiling," David said, "or put cameras around the room?" His sarcasm cut me deep, but I decided to address his comments seriously.
"Mirrors would just distract me, take me out of the moment. Cameras, even if they sometimes captured the right angle, just wouldn't be the same. I want to watch you make love, and the only way that I can do that is if you're doing it with another woman."
"That sounds almost rational," David said, "But have you really thought through the implications? You may fantasize about bungee jumping, but actually stepping off that ledge is a whole 'nother thing! I have fears that if you actually see me having sex with another woman your natural jealousy may surface. You may take it out on me, even though it was your idea."
"No, David, that won't happen," I cried. "If we do this and I find that I can't handle it, we'll stop immediately, and I swear on my life that I won't hold it against you."
David just looked at me very strangely. I was half expecting him to "Harrumph," but he didn't.
"This really means a lot to you. You seriously want to try this?"
I nodded nervously.
"Just where would we find these women? Surely we're not going to ask anyone in our circle of friends."
"No, no, of course not," I replied.
"This goes way against my better judgement, and I think we're playing with fire, but if it means that much to you, I'm willing to give it a try."
I smiled nervously.
"I reserve the right to call this whole thing off," he said, "and I hope it's obvious that I have the final approval on the woman."
"Of course," I said, "There's no chance of this working if you, and she, aren't attracted to each other."
With that behind us, we went about our usual routines while I tried to think of possible women. While I agreed with the logic of not including anyone we knew, that put a serious crimp in the number of possibilities.
I had a stroke of inspiration the next evening after work as I walked into my yoga class. We were a typical suburban mix, soccer moms, working moms, professional moms. As I warmed up I looked around the room, and my eyes fell on Jennifer Burns.
Jennifer was a relatively new member of our class, a striking red-head with a nice body, but most important for my purposes, she was single.
I wouldn't call us friends, but we had shared a few of the idle conversations that friendly acquaintances have. I made up my mind that I was going to have to dial that up a bit. Just before the instructor called the class together, I walked over.
"Hi, Jennifer, how are you doing?"
"Not, bad, Julia. You?"
"Great, thanks. I was wondering if you'd like to hit the juice bar after class?"
"Sure thing, I'd like that."
Just then the instructor indicated that it was time to start, and Jennifer and I put our mats side by side.
While I had seen Jennifer before, I took the opportunity to really check her out, and she was even better looking than I thought. She caught me looking a couple of times, but she didn't seem upset; in fact, she seemed to be giving me a flirtatious smile. Shit, I hoped she wasn't gay!
We sat down with our drinks, and Jennifer came right at me.
"So, Julia, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" she said with a grin.
What was I going to do now? I couldn't tell her that I was thinking of setting her up to have sex with my husband! I did the only thing I could think of. I lied!
"I've noticed that you don't seem to hang out with anyone else in the class, so I thought you might like to have a friend."
"What, do you think that I don't know anyone outside this class?"
"N... No. I... I," I spluttered.
"Relax, Julia, I'm just poking you," she said smiling. "Actually, I could use a friend. I'm new to the area, and the people I work with are nice enough, but not really 'friend' material, if you know what I mean."
I didn't really, but I just nodded as if I did.
We were just finishing our drinks when Jennifer glanced at her watch.
"This has really been fun, Julia. Let's get together again."
"Yes, I'd like that," I said, and we exchanged contact information and made our way out.
David could sense my excitement when I got home.
"Let me guess," he said, "you won the lottery!"
"No, but I think I might have found a woman for us."
"So quickly? It doesn't seem like you could find someone and convince them that fast."
"Well, I haven't actually asked her yet," I replied nervously.
"Then what has you so excited?"
"It's just that she's single, beautiful and very friendly. I'm just sure that I can convince her."
David looked doubtful.